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This is one of my older poems, but I thought it sounded cool, so here it is.
Bitter
Night after night
The moon hung low in its shadow
And engulfed any sign of light
My heart was broken
My soul scarred and scorned
From the devilshness
Of one bastard's thorn
Crying out in injustice
Crying out in pain
Brought little or no attention
From the one who kept me sane
His words and movements once like magic
Entranced my heavy despair
Embraced my loneliness
And taught me how to feel
How to care
Gone
Wasted and worthless
Left me
Only once I was back on my feet
Do I let this man get the best of me?
Do I bow down and taste defeat?
How can I do anything else
When support is no more
And I am lost from within?
Bitter
Night after night
The moon hung low in its shadow
And engulfed any sign of light
My heart was broken
My soul scarred and scorned
From the devilshness
Of one bastard's thorn
Crying out in injustice
Crying out in pain
Brought little or no attention
From the one who kept me sane
His words and movements once like magic
Entranced my heavy despair
Embraced my loneliness
And taught me how to feel
How to care
Gone
Wasted and worthless
Left me
Only once I was back on my feet
Do I let this man get the best of me?
Do I bow down and taste defeat?
How can I do anything else
When support is no more
And I am lost from within?